a Beast In a Barn

and if i touch your plane as a beast in the barn
to siphon its heat and in that way keep warm
warm and slow and gentle and sweet
if i move to you to siphon your heat
will i feel you
giving it simply to me
effortless
and silently
or will i be read through the glass of mistrust
like men
who make passes when drunk in disgust
revealing the captive
they've kept up their need
a horrible flower
a beautiful seed
who would not recoil
from this face off
and though i'm afraid i might feel you withdraw
i like to think
of the beast in the barn
that breathed on the baby
to keep him all warm
i know in my heart
i am innocent too
i cannot make my defense to you
beyond what i say
beyond what i do
so i move to you
like the beast in the barn
there are holes in the roof
and outside the storm
since some of it snowed out to
rest on your coat
i bend my head
to the heat of your throat
and as i move to you
you move to me
effortless
and silently